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Hi there, Ive been writting poetry for quite a while now but have never had the chance to have it critiqued:

The Mountain Range

Before this range of catalytic mountainsWhere the sky is for once in the right proportionThe sun becomes nothing more than a fountainOf light that serve up their beauty as its missionThe rock is anchored in the hidden groundTraversing it with roots of time unfoundTrees dot and streams stroke, the stone is settledTo always remain the same, with or without the rainCalm and devouring strength sits static, unheckledRaised to compound the land with an imperious hand

Poised before it, Man can only wonder what he deservesConfronted with the beauty of triumphant simplicity, he purrsIntimidated, his nebulous mind is mated by the unmoved strokeThere is a standstill in thoughts to emulate its passivity and to soakInto the questioning of the gap of size and his permanent demiseThe breeze rustles his hair while the rock stays so placidly wiseThe dormant power crushes him without even noticingBlind and deaf, it molds the earth and all its surroundingsWhile the spec of human stays content that he is standing

But then comes a deep bolt, from the entrails of withinInside that darkness, something is moved and it is redIt brews buoyantly, shackled until it reaches the headThe teeth become tight, and the eyes suddenly lock and narrowUpon those blocks of limestone, no longer in wonder but as a foeThese mounts are so old and dominant, says the rage of the unnatural instinctThe land they share has been submitted but not him, unlike it he will not sinkBut rise up and fight against this arrogant might, or at least he must tryThe winds and the water has slowly made them weaker, stones cannot lieThese geological masters finally have a threat they can’t begin to interpretThe breath of the man is heavy and deep as he readies to become viciousRummaged and auto destructive, blessed and cursed with this geniusHe will become the best, whatever the number, the pain, the timeAnd so he onrushes like anybody else, getting ready to start to climb

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There you go, any thoughts and advice on this would really really appreciated! Thanks!